Love World
Dreams
My fancy has a little house
With honeysuckle round the door.
A bright fire burns in the open hearth
And red tiles cover the kitchen floor.
A tabby cat on the sunny sill
Sways and purrs like a clockwork train.
There are muddy boots in the garden passage
And hollyhocks tap on the window pane.
An apple tree shades a little lawn
Where daisies and moss and self-heal grow.
A blackbird sings as the dusk descends
And a pipistrelle crosses the sunset glow.
All states can co-exist in dreams:
There need be no time or season or weather.
I have fire in the hearth and sun on the sill
And my blossom and fruit appear together.
With honeysuckle round the door.
A bright fire burns in the open hearth
And red tiles cover the kitchen floor.
A tabby cat on the sunny sill
Sways and purrs like a clockwork train.
There are muddy boots in the garden passage
And hollyhocks tap on the window pane.
An apple tree shades a little lawn
Where daisies and moss and self-heal grow.
A blackbird sings as the dusk descends
And a pipistrelle crosses the sunset glow.
All states can co-exist in dreams:
There need be no time or season or weather.
I have fire in the hearth and sun on the sill
And my blossom and fruit appear together.
by Damaris West
My Love
If I could give a gift to my beloved
These are the things that I would give to him:
The source of all my causeless childhood mirth
And the innocence I will not see again.
I would offer him such skill as I have learnt
In holding back my anger till the time
When it may find a channel for its aim.
For him would be my gentleness, my strength
To complement his own and fill our need,
For him the length of days and vacant nights
And, too, the blissful velvet of my sleep.
His would be the seedlings I might plant
And his the fruit we’d hope one day to reap.
For him and for us both I would endeavor
To learn the patience and the length of sight
That fits a life into a greater plan.
And all that I would ask for all of this
Is, for the woman in me, such a man.
These are the things that I would give to him:
The source of all my causeless childhood mirth
And the innocence I will not see again.
I would offer him such skill as I have learnt
In holding back my anger till the time
When it may find a channel for its aim.
For him would be my gentleness, my strength
To complement his own and fill our need,
For him the length of days and vacant nights
And, too, the blissful velvet of my sleep.
His would be the seedlings I might plant
And his the fruit we’d hope one day to reap.
For him and for us both I would endeavor
To learn the patience and the length of sight
That fits a life into a greater plan.
And all that I would ask for all of this
Is, for the woman in me, such a man.
by Damaris West
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by Damaris West
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I cant stop thinking you
I can't stop thinking of you
Day and night, rain or shine, you're all I think about
I stay up every night thinking of you
And wonder if you're doing the same
I can't stop thinking of you
I thank god every day for sending you to me
You're like an angel from heaven that fell into my arms
The minutes without you turned into days,
And the seconds with you flew fast.
I could only wish to see you more,
And make each moment last
As the days go by
I feel our friendship getting closer and closer
I don’t know if you feel the same way I do
But all I can say to you is
I love you, and I can't stop thinking of you
Day and night, rain or shine, you're all I think about
I stay up every night thinking of you
And wonder if you're doing the same
I can't stop thinking of you
I thank god every day for sending you to me
You're like an angel from heaven that fell into my arms
The minutes without you turned into days,
And the seconds with you flew fast.
I could only wish to see you more,
And make each moment last
As the days go by
I feel our friendship getting closer and closer
I don’t know if you feel the same way I do
But all I can say to you is
I love you, and I can't stop thinking of you
by Juan Manuel Pena
A Dream within a dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
- Edgar Allan Poe
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
- Edgar Allan Poe
The Forgotten Dream
In the early morning
a whisper comes to me
A love so pure and tender
beckoning to me
come hither
say the voices
crying out in dreams.
Abandon inhibitions
come to the angels' den
Where desire mixed with feeling
and the golden light of love
is sprinkled
as a perfume
throughout the holy air.
Where is this poignant perfume
that permeates the air?
Breathe deeply
the forgotten dream
it is everywhere.
s.k.lindeman
~~~~~~~~~
Can one always dream?
One can always sleep
But can one always dream?
When minutes slip away at last
as cloth closes seam
And makes a garment
The design is cast
And no altering of the piece
Can change the fact
The piece has been made
the dream has been cast
The solidifying then
and then
and then
reality sets in.
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
- Courtney Kuchta -
In the early morning
a whisper comes to me
A love so pure and tender
beckoning to me
come hither
say the voices
crying out in dreams.
Abandon inhibitions
come to the angels' den
Where desire mixed with feeling
and the golden light of love
is sprinkled
as a perfume
throughout the holy air.
Where is this poignant perfume
that permeates the air?
Breathe deeply
the forgotten dream
it is everywhere.
s.k.lindeman
~~~~~~~~~
Can one always dream?
One can always sleep
But can one always dream?
When minutes slip away at last
as cloth closes seam
And makes a garment
The design is cast
And no altering of the piece
Can change the fact
The piece has been made
the dream has been cast
The solidifying then
and then
and then
reality sets in.
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
- Courtney Kuchta -
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A Dream Come True
Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.
A heart that once was broken
Can now finally mend.
A person once alone in life
Can now call you a friend.
Dreams that once were longed for
Are now all coming true.
The love I once thought was gone
I have now and forever in you.
- Dawn Ballard -
A Dream Come True
Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.
A heart that once was broken
Can now finally mend.
A person once alone in life
Can now call you a friend.
Dreams that once were longed for
Are now all coming true.
The love I once thought was gone
I have now and forever in you.
- Dawn Ballard -
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